Category Archives: Crime

Our Commoner Commentariat Discuss #MurdersinWoodleyPark

Crime, Media

Woodley Park, in Upper Northwest Washington, is where a family of four was murdered and their multimillion-dollar house set alight. Yes, it is a tony neighborhood. Reports repeat that the home targeted is “blocks away from the home of Vice-President Joe Biden.”

It transpires that our commoner commentariat—pukes such as Dana Perino and Juan Williams—are no strangers to these rarefied zip codes. They live in the vicinity, all the while championing the common American and pretending they’re “one of us.”

What’s perplexing is that these phonies have a following (of zombies).

In any case, “Police have named a man they believe held [the] family and housekeeper hostage in their home before killing them: Daron Dylon Wint, 34.”

The Carnage Continues, In #SouthAfrica & At Home (#ColinFlaherty)

America, Crime, Race, Racism, South-Africa

She devoted her life to helping the poor blacks of southwest Durban,* but Sister Gertrud Tiefenbacher’s goodness was no amulet against criminals from the communities she served. The “elderly nun [86] was savagely gang-raped and then murdered in her own bedroom at a South African convent, police say.

Sister … Tiefenbacher was bound and gagged with an electric typewriter cord after bandits broke into the Sacred Heart Missionary in Ixopo. Her body was found Sunday.

It’s business as usual in South Africa.

And here at home, as Jack Kerwick reminds:

Colin Flaherty, the author of the best-seller “White Girl Bleed A lot,” has once again revealed his heroism in his latest, “Don’t Make the Black Kids Angry.”

Not since Ilana Mercer’s “Into the Cannibal’s Pot: Lessons for America from Post-Apartheid South Africa” have we witnessed such steely resolve in reckoning with the great unmentionable evil of black criminality and violence.

“Don’t Make the Black Kids Angry” consists of 511 pages, 944 endnotes, and a super abundance of references to videos meticulously documenting over 1,000 instances of black mob violence spanning just the last few years.

From sea to shining sea, in hundreds of cities both large and small, and in every region of the country, mobs of (mostly young) black people—males and females—have been busy unleashing reigns of terror upon virtually every other conceivable demographic: whites, Hispanics, and Asians; homosexuals; Jews; the elderly; women, small children, even babies; the mentally and physically disabled; bicyclists and hikers; veterans; Sikhs; and students.

The terror knows no boundaries. It takes holidays, but it takes them hostage, for Memorial Day, the Fourth of July, and even Christmas Day have repeatedly been occasions for mass property destruction, brutal beatings, stabbings, and shootings. And beaches, parades, malls, shopping centers, sports stadia, high schools, college campuses, festivals (including Asian festivals), gas stations, parks, and biking trails have been among the locations for these displays of inhumanity.

Of course, we’d be remiss if we didn’t list the police among the victims of black mob violence. It’s always the same: Hundreds of black people set their sights upon the properties and persons of their victims, the thin blue line asserts itself, and the rioters attack the forces of law and order with a range of weaponry: rocks, bricks, bottles, and—get this—even fireworks, i.e. makeshift bombs.

While the terror of Islamic militants is accompanied by cries to Allah, that of the black mobs is accompanied by…laughing.

Lots of laughing. …

READ Jack Kerwick’s column on my WND colleague’s new book.

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* “Into the Cannibal’s Pot” speaks about the very old, dwindling missionary community in that region.

UPDATED: #Snuff Film Shows Cops Letting Sgt. #JamesBrown Die (#IRF)

Crime, Criminal Injustice, Law, The State

EL PASO, TEXAS. The cruelty these cops demonstrate is unfathomable. A man is in the throes of death, in a jail cell, having self-reported for a minor offense. A passive Army Sgt. (James Brown) begs for his life, pleading that a stifling face mask be removed from his face, as he struggles to breathe. The killer SWAT cops ignore Mr. Brown’s pleas, tackling and manhandling a man already struggling to take in air, until he stops thrashing about, as his breathing slows down, until it stops.

My daughter suffered from asthma in childhood. Sever asthma. Her pediatrician taught me something these murderers were oblivious to. When someone tells you they can’t breathe, or are clearly having difficulties breathing—take it extremely seriously.

Charge these cops for depraved indifference. You have a snuff film to prove it.

UPDATE (5/19):

William N. Grigg: “They’re using a Gitmo-style “Initial Reaction Force.” They’re used in dealing with violent detainees and hunger strikers. IRFs are often used in SuperMax prisons here in the Soyuz. This fellow was probably considered a high-risk inmate because of his military background and psychological history.”

IM: “Watching this is heart-wrenching, William N. Grigg. You know Sgt. B. is going to die and you see no reason why. The time stretches; it’s not as if the murder happened fast. There were so many chances to STOP killing the victim. Senseless. Evil.”

#Tsarnaev Spared Being Buried Alive In A #Supermax Prison

Crime, Justice, Law, Terrorism

Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev “was sentenced Friday to join his brother in hell,” as New York Daily News put it, “for that brutal attack with pressure-cooker bombs at the finish line.”

This is what life would have looked like had Tsarnaev been sentenced to life in the United States Penitentiary Administrative-Maximum Facility in Florence, Colorado, which a warden likens to “life after death.”

More like being buried alive.

A Supermax prison is reserved for the most dangerous offenders. Once inside this concrete catacomb, the inmate will never again see the sky again. He is placed in leg irons, a belly chain, handcuffs and will have 12 gun towers trained on him at all times. The inmate’s private tomb is 84 square feet of concrete where he will spend 23 hours a day.

Death is more merciful than to be buried alive in a Supermax prison.